The Villain System of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty.

Everyone present was very surprised, why did Yan Lu admit defeat after these two stood for a while?

Luna didn't speak or respond, and turned to leave.

"Lord Moon God." Yan Lu stopped him, "Just now I said that Lord Moon God is too paranoid, this is Yan Lu's mistake. Lord Moon God's determination and courage are beyond Yan Lu's reach. "

As warm as the wind, as warm as spring.

That pure smile that infects people's hearts seems to be able to melt people.Moon God just glanced at it, left Yan Lu with a back view, and returned to the side of Young Master Fusu.

Yan Lu was not angry, he came in front of Ying Ziyi and the others, first saluted Ying Ziyi, then said to Fu Nian: "Sorry, senior brother, I lost."

Fu Nian was not angry, having been with this junior for more than ten years, Fu Nian understood his temper very well.

Yan Lu seems to be just a good old man, but in fact his sharpness is restrained.How amazing is the edge contained under that long sword?Fu Nian is very clear.Once Yan Lu intends to do something seriously, he will never give up halfway, nor will he give up easily.

If he admits to losing, it must be somewhere, Yan Lu thinks he is not as good as Moon God.

Fu Nian patted him on the shoulder and said, "Junior brother, don't blame yourself."

Yan Lu smiled and answered among the crowd.

Fu Su and the others looked at Ying Ziyi's side, not because he was waiting for Ying Ziyi's opening remarks.It's just that the candidates for the third match, Fu Nian and Xiao Meng, are on Ying Ziyi's side at the moment.

The relationship between Xiaomeng and Ying Ziyi seemed somewhat unclear.The people under Young Master Fusu seem to be a little worried at this moment, will Xiaomeng wait to release the water!

"I heard that Fu Nian created your own swordsmanship of the Holy King. I've always wanted to learn it." Xiao Meng said, with the tone of a teacher teaching juniors.

But Fu Nian was always obsessed with a disciple's etiquette, very respectful. "Master Xiaomeng said so, but Fu Nian was disrespectful."

"Wait a minute." At this time, Ying Ziyi stopped him.

The eyes of the crowd were all focused on Ying Ziyi, but they heard him say: "You two are masters among masters, if this fight really starts, it won't end so easily."

If a master like Fu Nian Xiaomeng fights against each other, if he really wants to compete, the winner will be determined.It is necessary to fight for thousands of rounds, three days and three nights.

"It's getting late, I think you guys might as well choose another method, which is better!" Ying Ziyi looked at the procrastination of the competition and shook his head straight.

"I don't know what method His Royal Highness said?" Fu Nian asked with cupped hands.

"Rock, paper, scissors." Ying Ziyi said a method that neither the knowledgeable Confucianists present nor the alchemists with extensive knowledge had ever heard of.

After Ying Ziyi explained the rules of rock-scissors, everyone's foreheads were covered with black lines.

What a joke!How could it be such a joke!What do you think of my election as the Confucian patriarch?

The Confucianist beside Fusu was about to object, but a smile appeared on Xiaomeng's face. "Let's do it like this!"

"But Master Xiaomeng..." Fusu was about to speak out to dissuade him, but he didn't expect Fu Nian to say to Ying Ziyi with a troubled face: "His Royal Highness, this method is very strange, should you... change it."

Fu Nian, who has always been majestic, is a little embarrassed at this moment.

Just kidding, if the disciples of Xiaoshengxianzhuang who were present saw their master stretching his arms and guessing the shell with a young girl, it would be a loss of reputation!This is simply a loss of reputation!

"If the head of Fu Nian has any concerns, then the prince will go out in person!"

Ying Ziyi didn't have any worries at all. He waved his hands and said, "Xiaomeng, I want to fight you. Whoever loses will take off his clothes... Ah, no, it's surrender."

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As the sun sets, geese peck at the afterglow.

Fusu, the eldest son of the empire, led dozens of world-renowned Confucian scholars and thousands of elite soldiers to this little sage Zhuang Xingshi to inquire about the crimes. This huge momentum was set off, and it ended in the sound of boys and girls playing games.

In the end, Ying Ziyi won by a narrow margin.Xiaomeng's mouth was bulging, apparently because she was unhappy about losing the game, and she didn't even have the time to say hello and leave, and disappeared under the surprised eyes of Fusu's people.

He left without a word.

"This son doesn't look like a gentleman! He doesn't look like a gentleman!"

Going down the mountain from Xiaoshengxianzhuang, all the big Confucianists shook their heads like waves and drums, shaking their heads and sighing.Many of these people were meeting Ying Ziyi for the first time, but the only impression they had of the heir to the empire was that uncharacteristic comment.

Of course, the crown prince of the empire and the head of the Tianzong of Taoism, no matter which one they are, seems to be very remarkable.However, the two with these two titles played games like street urchins in front of the crowd, and whoever lost would have to flick their brains.

How embarrassing is this for the great Confucianists who take it as their duty to maintain the discipline of the monarch and his ministers!

That's all for Xiaomeng!After all, Taoism has never paid attention to these things.But how could the prince of the empire be so absurd!

"His Royal Highness, I will take my leave!"

A group of great scholars headed by Chun Yuyue said, after all, they were invited by Fusu to come to Xiaoshengxian Village this time for the purpose of burning books, but now the crown prince of the empire intervened and ended the matter with extremely absurd means. Dispute.Chunyuyue and the others had a difficult feeling in their hearts.

Be it Chunyu Yue or the great Confucians behind him, many of them didn't make up their minds to participate in the battle for the empire's reserve position, so as to gain huge benefits.Among them, many people supported Zhou Li just because they saw the various disadvantages under the New Deal.How this nascent system will develop, and where it will lead the world, these people have no idea.However, Zhouli has experienced a thousand years of development and has a relatively mature stability.

Among the dozen or so great Confucian scholars, some of them wanted to take advantage of the book burning incident in Xiaoshengxianzhuang to find out the details of the prince of the empire.However, in the end it was just a futile sigh.

"Thank you, everyone." Young Master Fusu bowed, "Everyone came from a thousand miles away, Fusu is very grateful."

"Your Highness, Young Master, you are being polite." Chun Yuyue said back, cupping his hands, "Little Sage Zhuang burns books in defiance of the world. As Confucian disciples, we naturally have the obligation to rectify the style of Confucianism."

"Sir, that's what you said." Fusu smiled.Chunyu Yue's attitude is obvious, the implication is that the reason why he came here was not because of your son Fusu, but because of his obligation as a Confucian disciple.